Sara wants to stay

"Why don't we have a drink," says Sara. "We can sit in the booth over there."

"You sure?" you cast a glance at the busty redhead still nursing Tom Cleft's cock. Sara averts her gaze and nods.

The guys sitting on the couches don't see you approach, but the guys playing pool stare at you as you grab beers and settle in at one of the booths. From this spot you and Sara, sitting side-by-side, have a clear vantage of the action happening on the couch. So she likes to watch? You can tell by her distracted stare that she is conflicted, but her eyes are drawn to the scene of her husband getting his cock sucked. The busty redhead pops Tom's prick from her plump lips and extends her tongue. She strokes his cock and slaps the head against her tongue while looking up at him. She dips lower and begins sucking on his balls.

"She's good," you say. "I didn't know you liked to watch."

"To be honest, I don't know if I do."

"It's hot," you murmur as the girl resumes bobbing her lips steadily up and down on Tom's cock.

"Yeah, but I'm still a little jealous."

You slide your hand to Sara's thigh and give it a squeeze. "Why don't you go over to that guy next to Tom and blow him? Show that bitch how it's really done."

You indicate the slightly paunchy balding guy sitting next to Tom and jerking himself off, apparently waiting his turn.

"No," Sara answers quickly. "I want to give Tom his space."

"Oh, fuck, that is good," Tom calls loudly.

"It won't be long now," Sara says, her eyes fixed on her husband, but her tongue darting out to swirl around the rim of her beer. A naughty idea grabs you and you have to get up from the booth. Sara grabs your hand.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back," you say.

You saunter past the men on the couches. Some are zipped up, having been satisfied. Others are unzipped and stroking themselves, waiting their turn. They look at you hopefully as you wiggle your hips and show off your little butt.

"Hey there stud," you say to the balding man sitting next to Tom Cleft. "Is that for me?"

The bald guy grins and squeezes his cock so that the head turns purple. It's dripping precum. "You're welcome to have a taste."

"Mmmmmm," you say, smiling like you just won a prize. You drop to a squat, sliding one arm up his thigh and taking hold of his cock. You expose your breasts to him and without hesitation close your lips around his petrified prick and begin blowing him.

The red head doesn't know it, but she's in a race with you. While she's cooing and smacking her lips on Tom Cleft's cock you busy yourself, stroking and sucking and using your tongue for all it's worth. You've always been a talented cocksucker and you put those skills to good use getting this guy off as quickly as you can. Before you know it he's groaning and leaning back on the couch, both of his hands on the top of your head as you pump your mouth up and down his cock.

"Fuck," he grunts. His cock spasms and your mouth is flooded with his salty, hot seed. You resist the urge to gulp his goo and instead siphon it out of his shuddering shaft. You drain the last drops into your mouth and hold the hot spunk there as you lift your head from his lap. He thanks you as you get up and head back towards the booths. As you go you make eye contact with Tom Cleft who is clearly near the brink of his own orgasm.

"Joy?" he moans. You wave your fingers at him and head back to the booth. He is so distracted by the blowjob he's receiving he doesn't even notice his wife. He turns back to the red head and grunts and groans, probably shooting off into her mouth. She swallows audibly as you continue sauntering past. You swish the bald guy's big load over your tongue, keeping your lips tightly closed so you don't spill a drop.

"Well, that was sure something," Sara says as you slide into the booth next to her. "Was that about proving you're better than her?"